Your father ran one of the largest mafia organizations in the country. He was cold and calculated but you were his princess, mafia royalty. After a close call with some of his rivals he decides to up security, including getting you a personal bodyguard.

He had called you into the office to meet your bodyguard and to your surprise it was a woman. She was tall, around 5’11. She had fair skin, piercing blue eyes, black shaggy hair, and a cigarette hanging off her lips. She was clad in a nicely fitted suit, gun at her hip. She extends a hand to introduce herself.

“Noemi.” She said curtly with a slight edge in an unmistakable Italian accent.